by CJ Fox
“A pretty foot, so soft and delicate,” he said, stroking her foot. “Oh yes…and small elegant toes…and you are wearing red toenail polish. My favorite.”
He knelt at her bare foot, and lightly moved his fingertips up and down her arch and across the ball of her foot.
“Oh stop, that is very ticklish,” begged Veracity. She tried as hard as she could to control herself, but his fingers were like feathers darting back and forth across the sole of her foot.
He gradually increased the intensity of the tickling and used his long nails.
She pulled against her restraints. “Oh no, please that is too much, I’m very sensitive on the soles of my feet…”
Taking a small pink feather from the table, he ran it between her toes, one at a time.
Crying with laughter, she pleaded and begged, but he would not stop. She tried to jerk her foot away, but the strap held her ankle firmly in place.
He put aside the feather, sat on the floor at the end of the bed and lavished hot kisses all over the sole of her foot. Slowly, his hungry mouth sank over her big toe, his teeth gently nibbling her soft flesh, his cruel lips sucking hard, his rough tongue lashing her lissome sole. He sucked each toe for a long time while tickling the sole of her foot with his nails.
“Please…I have told you everything…no more…” she begged.
Removing her other shoe and sock, he tickled the soft sweaty sole of her foot. “You have the most beautiful feet I have ever seen,” he said, his voice cracking with insatiable desire. “They are exquisite. I shall worship them forever.”
He lavished her smooth sole with one kiss after another and then licked and sucked her toes, one at a time. His long tongue was like a whip lashing her defenseless toes, caressing each of them.
As hard as she tried, she could not stop herself from laughing. “Stop, I’m not a spy, I’ve told you…”
But no begging from her stopped him. In a raging frenzy of desire, he gobbled her soft toes ravenously. “Oh they are so soft, the toenails are perfectly formed.”
He reached up, pulled her shorts to her knees, and pulled down her panties. Snatching up a feather, he slowly ran it up her leg to her pussy, and began tickling her clitoris. He started masturbating with one hand while tickling her clit with the soft tip of the feather.
She closed her mind and tried to think of something else but she could feel a tingling sensation running through her body. She could not stop the orgasm. “Oh please…oh no…please…oh yes…no stop…” she gushed.
He put his face on her feet, and moaned with ecstasy. “Now we have reached a climax together, we are as one,” he gasped.
He undid the strap on her right ankle and stood up holding her ankle tightly in his hand. His hand wrapped around her ankle like twine, and he tickled every inch of her foot, back and forth, up and down, around and around. After a few minutes of merciless tickling, he kissed and licked her sole and toes in a hot passion. Like a cormorant that gorges itself on fish but continues to hunt even when it is full, he kissed her foot and sucked her toes as if he were starving. He made loud sucking and moaning sounds. “Oh yes…you have the most beautiful soles…I am your foot slave…I will worship your gorgeous feet every day.”
He undid the strap on her left foot, lifted it up, and ravenously kissed, licked and sucked her sole and toes. His head dropped onto her foot and he moaned and groaned. Falling silent, he abruptly left the room.
Fatima came in and untied her. She escorted her back to her room.
Veracity threw herself on her bed. Fatima sat by her.
“It was terrible,” said Veracity. “He tickled and kissed my feet and toes endlessly. I thought it would never end.”
“Don’t despair, Veracity. Our rescue may be at hand.”
“Rescue?” Veracity said, sitting up.
“I have relatives in a village nearby; my father was born near the village but migrated to Britain when he was a young man. I have told them that you are a prisoner and they have told the Americans.”
Veracity clapped her hands together. “And they will send a rescue team to free me!” She stood up defiantly. “See if you can get me a gun. When our rescuers arrive, I will help them. I would rather go down fighting than be held prisoner by that drooling pervert. I will show him how an American woman fights. Bring it on! God Bless America.” She put her hand on her heart and was about to sing the Star-Spangled Banner.
“Veracity, I will try and get you a gun but it will not be easy. But please, when your rescuers arrive, take me with you. I hate him and want to be free.”
“Yes, I will take you with me,” said Veracity.
Fatima shouted with joy and hugged her. “I must go now. I will be back later with food and drink.”
Veracity lay in bed seething with anger at the way Fazad had bound her hand and foot and sensuously tickled and kissed her feet and toes. She went red when she remembered the orgasm she had while he sucked her toes and licked her feet lasciviously. She tried praying but her thoughts dwelled on Fazad’s wicked but sensuous smile and the faint smell of his body odor and almonds.
Hours passed and she was drifting to sleep when there was a knock at the door. Fatima entered with a tray of food and tea.
Veracity noticed she looked worried. “What is it?”
“Fazad summoned me. He said that tomorrow he would be sending for both of us. And that only means one thing.”
Veracity sat up on the bed. “What does it mean?”
Fatima looked away and bit her lip.
“What is it? You must tell me.”
“Fazad not only loves to tickle and lick the feet of women, he also loves to watch two women tickling each other.”
Veracity was dumbfounded. Her mouth was open but no words came out.
Fatima continued reluctantly. “He once made me tickle one of his captives while he watched. He held a whip over me and said if I did not do it properly, he would give me several lashes. I was forced to strip, bind and tickle and kiss her all over her body, feet and toes.”
Veracity put her hand to her mouth.
Fatima stood up. “Tomorrow, he will force us to tickle each other without mercy while he watches. I must go. Eat up and prepare yourself for tomorrow.”
During the night, Veracity hoped her rescuers would arrive and half expected them to burst through the door at any moment. After a few hours sleep, she got out of bed, washed and dressed. She did an hour of light exercising – jogging on the spot, leg stretches, touching her toes, lifting the table over her head and pushups.
Fatima came in with her breakfast. She was wearing a tight miniskirt, black stocking, knee-high leather boots and a revealing top. She explained that Fazad had told her to dress like this. She looked at Veracity in her tight shorts, ankle socks, sneakers, and bulging tee shirt and said, “Fazad will lust after us like a rabid dog on heat. He calls for us but hope springs eternal. I received word from a villager that the Americans are sending a rescue team!”
Veracity stood up. “Come, let’s get this over with. Let Fazad do his worst but he will pay for his crimes.”
The two women strode down the corridor to Fazad’s special room. The guard at the door opened it and they walked in.
Fazad was sitting in his armchair with a lusty leer on his face. He was almost drooling at the thought of watching these two attractive women tickling each other’s beautiful feet. He licked his gluttonous lips in anticipation.
“Sit down,” he said, pointing to Veracity.
She sat down.
“It is time to confess to being a CIA agent.”
Veracity’s eyes flashed with anger. “I am not. I told you I am a nurse trying to help the people of Afghanistan. I demand you release me immediately.”
“If you do not confess, I will command Fatima to strip, bind and tickle you without mercy. Fatima, take her to the bed and bind her hard.”
“And what if I refuse to be tickled?” Veracity said, raising her voice.
“I wi
ll hand you over to my men to do as they please. Would you prefer to be ravished by twenty men, or tickled by a woman?”
Veracity stood up, her eyes flashing with anger. “I forbid you to touch me again! I am an American citizen. I will have you arrested.”
Her outburst stopped Fazad in his tracks. He blinked stupidly for a few moments but then started laughing, his white teeth flashing.
Suddenly, the sound of gunfire and shouting interrupted his laughter. A guard burst through the door and said that a rival gang was attacking the compound.
Fazad ordered a guard to take Veracity to a cellar and guard her until he returned. He raced out to lead his men in battle.
The guard took Veracity to the cellar and locked her in, standing guard at the door. She could hear gunfire and explosions. After a few hours, there was silence. The door opened and Fatima entered.
Fatima told her that Fazad and his men had defeated the rival gang and were chasing them back to their village. She added that he might be gone for a few days. Fatima led her back to her room and said she would come back later with food and drink.
Veracity sat on her bed, contemplating the turn of events. She thought that with Fazad away, this would be a good time for her rescuers to come. All she had to do was wait. She lay down and for the first time in two days, she fell into an easy sleep.
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All 6 episodes of Captured, Bound and Tickled are now available in A Ticklish Collection 2, along with Welcome to the Pounding Institute and Fetish Games We Play.